The Mean Reds

Do you remember the scene from Breakfast at Tiffany's where Audrey Hepburn describes having a case of the "mean reds"? Yes, the mean reds.  When you're feeling anxious but you don't know why... this is how I find myself feeling today.  I signed in to blog and could hardly believe it had been a week since my last post.  It has been a busy one.  We've had family visiting, endless excursions (everything from hot yoga, to the Children's Museum, to mornings at the park, to a quickie trip up north), copious kitchen projects, and a boy with a persistent case of diaper rash who is having trouble sleeping as a result.  We've had to say some sad good-byes, had some minor worries to contend with, and work I thought I had I don't have anymore.  The hubs and I helped a friend cater a two-hundred person wedding late into Saturday night, and I still somehow still feel a bit bleary from that.  I feel all at once as if there is so much to do I can't possibly do it all, and like I absolutely must take on more in order to make any progress forward. I guess I kind of feel like this...

I am definitely having a Breakfast at Tiffany's kind of day, but without the will or energy to put on a black cocktail dress and go moon around outside jewelry stores downtown. Instead, I'm looking forward to an evening curled up on the couch with my husband and some comfort food. I may or may not pour a large glass of Sancerre come 5pm. I'm going to get some sleep and focus on gratitude. I'm going to drink a kombucha and clean my house (it is therapeutic, don't ask). I'm going to take some Advil, buck up, put on some Jerry Garcia Band and have a snuggle with my little boy and my furry boy. I'm going to let the reds in for today, and banish them tomorrow. Wish me luck.

What do you do to ditch the mean reds?